Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.